My first bad experience.

I LOVE MY WORK. Do I?

Well, I did. In a
totally different and negative connotation.

It was my first interview. My first (would-be) job. I was
excited, obviously. I managed to crack the

interview, all the rounds. Glee!

Everybody was happy; parents, friends, even room-mates. I
was too happy, for I would have lots of money to spend each month.

I joined as a trainee in the prestigious company (I will not
disclose the company or my designation). So, the training started. With my Initial
Learning Program (or ILP, as it was famously known), I was pushed into the
mindless, pathetic bunch of losers who thought this job is a golden opportunity
for them to prove something to this world. Alas!

There, for a surprise, I met this trainer who flew down from
Chennai to train us and to prepare us (or say, make our brains fit to work for
the company). He was charming. Our training batch just fell in love with his
aura, his personality. He inspired everybody (including me). In fact, he even
made me think that we are not wasting our time in this company and that the company
would actually prove as a stepping stone in our respective careers. Thus, the
journey began.

So began the twists and turns.

Out of 28 people, 6 of us were females. And, we (especially
I) were attracted to this charming trainer. Suddenly, all of his attention fell
on me. I was given responsibilities. I was supposed to collect the assignments.
I was supposed to bring them to his cabin and sometimes, even manage the batch
and see if everything was smooth and nobody behaved undisciplined (it felt like
school, at times!).

Numbers got exchanged. We started chatting (apart from
office as well). My like turned into my hard crush on him. I started day
dreaming.

That day, it was the second last day of our ILP. We were
more into some candid conversations and confessions and experiences. The
obvious questions from others “Are you married. Aby?”. Oh yes, I forgot to
mention, we used to call him Aby (short for his full name). The reply was
shocking for most of us (I was shattered, well kind of!). He was married. He
even had a kid (a daughter, which I came to know later, from him of course!).

Last day celebrations; we prepared a memento and a collage.
I was supposed to hand it to him. He called me alone. I was reluctant, but
nobody doubted him.

Only I knew what was about to happen. The crush-thing had
taken a dirty turn.

He tried to get me into his cabin. I insisted him to come
out. Thankfully! He tried to put his hand on my shoulders, casually. I ran. I
was too scared because what was happening since few days was bad and mostly NOT right.

Since the day I bluntly mentioned that I admired him so much
so that he has become my crush, he took that opportunity to try to come close.
Things became worse when I had to ignore his calls. Worse, I could not share
with anybody.

I consulted a friend from Twitter and she gave away the
bitter office truths which was shocking.

I thought I was in love (I've been this silly all my life!).
I’m glad I listened to her and did exactly what she suggested considering my
scenario.

I cut all contacts from my Trainer.

There is another long story what happened after wards. I better not scribble all of it. Pssst...some things are better left unsaid. No?

Later, the company gave me many new and bitter experiences; increasingly
deteriorating my faith in the company. However, I did not lose hope. I kept
trying to adjust with each shock.

I changed my address. Even rented a house nearby office, so
that the conveyance is convenient.

Gradually, I got sick of everything. The un-imaginable and
strange office/shift timings, the pathetic food available, the negativity in
the people I worked with, the disgusting attitude of the seniors and the most
annoying, the way everything changed me.